A mighty long journey
John Stickley and I set out immediately after church tonight to make our way (via United Airlines) to Greensboro. We had the enjoyable (or not so enjoyable) opportunity to spend 5 hours of a layover in O’Hare International Airport waiting for our connection flight and now we currently find ourselves somewhere over the Midwest at about 35,000 feet up anxiously awaiting our arrival (and our hotel bed)! I’ll be honest with you that I don’t know exactly what to expect this week. I mean, sure I know there will be connection with old friends, introductions to new ones, wonderful corporate worship, etc. What I’m referring to, however, is something that I’ve never experienced before, that is the potential for change that brings itself to Greensboro. Never before, since conservatives have been in power, have we faced such a momentous opportunity for course correction. Never before have we seriously considered the idea that we (who are small, insignificant and without power) have a say in the future course of our beloved SBC. In light of that, I don’t know what to think. Will we be soundly defeated? Will we make our way home with our tails between our collective legs? I doubt it. I also doubt, however, in all reality, that we will make our way stunned at our productive week and ecstatic about the many changes that occurred during this week. In reality, if I were to have to make a prediction about this week, it would be that this week will turn out to be a process of small, incremental steps that will need to be continued if we are to see prolonged success in the life of the convention. My best guess is that this week will see a few successes, and many defeats as well. Mostly, however, it is my hope that as we move forward, most of what will have happened will center around our opportunity to come together through differences of opinion. It’s my hope that we as conservatives can learn to appreciate those who are a little different than we are. I’m not entirely convinced that we will actually get to see that kind of experience, but one can always hope, can’t they?